Solving crimes in the Information Age is hard enough, since people can teleport, copy, and morph themselves. Then Detective Cramer steps into a telepod and comes out, weeks later, as a copy. His new assignment? The original version of himself, who has left his family and run off with another woman - on stolen computer time. This time the mystery is himself. Or does everyone in 2996 covet a life that is virtual, reckless, and limitless?
